The buzzer goes off again. One long, impatient bzzzz that practically screams I know you're in there, bitch.

I blink at the ceiling, still clutching the now-warm beer bottle to my chest like a security blanket. My fingers are trembling, not from fear, but from sheer emotional exhaustion. It's probably the ghost of my dignity finally coming back to haunt me.

No one knows I'm back.

I didn't tell anyone. I didn't post. I didn't text. I turned off location sharing like I was planning a heist.

The buzzer goes again.

"Charlotte Montgomery!" a voice screeches through the intercom.

Yep. Definitely Callie.

"If you don't buzz me up right now,...